Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
It's funny how life can change so quickly.
I wrap an arm around Delia and lean in, kissing her softly. She sighs, relaxing against me and our daughter, and I feel the warmth of my new little family spread through me.
"I love you," Delia whispers. "Both of you."
"I love you, princess. And I love you too, sweet girl."
I press a soft kiss to the top of my baby's head and pull my wife close.
Life can't get any better than this.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
DELIA
Ten Years Later
My wedding day was the best day of my life, but today might just top it. I'll never tell Dean that, though.
I'm sitting in the audience of the elementary school's talent show, and the kids are just finishing up the final act—a rendition of "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Mariah Carey.
My baby, only three and a half, is the youngest in the talent show and the most nervous.
And the cutest.
He's dancing and singing along, and even though the song is way too fast, he's doing a great job. His dad and I are beaming as he takes his bow, and his sister and brother are cheering and clapping wildly.
Dean and I have three babies, and our family is everything.
After we were married, I went to work building my own business, and Dean and I lived happily ever after. I even got him to let his hair grow out a little bit, and he's gotten a bit softer around the edges. But again, I’ll never tell Dean that.
I love him so much, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
The show is over, and all the kids line up. I clap and cheer and scream along with my babies. They take their bows, and we head backstage to grab our little boy, who’s so excited to see us.
"Did you see me?!" he yells, running towards Dean. "Did you see me dance, Dad?"
Dean scoops him up, holding him close. "I did, bud. You did a great job, little man.”
"You're the best, Dad," he says, giggling.
"And you're the best, bud." Dean grins at me over the top of our son's head.
After a few more minutes of hearing all about little Daniel's preparation for the big show, his teacher approaches and collects the toddler to take him back to preschool. As usual, she gives Dean an appreciative look before sauntering away, and I roll my eyes.
Dean chuckles, low and amused. "You know, if it bothers you, you could say something. If the shoe was on the other foot and some male teacher was looking you over, I'd make him swallow his teeth."
"It's not that," I huff, shepherding our oldest daughter and middle son off to their respective groups. It's loud enough in the gym that no one can hear me but Dean, so I go ahead and make my confession. "It's that she's so...so fit and young and gorgeous. And here I am three kids and a few sizes later."
Dean's eyes darken, and before I know it, he's grabbing my hand and dragging me through the school until we find an empty stock room. He shuts the door and turns the lock. Within seconds, he's on me.
My back is pressed against the metal door, and Dean is lifting one of my legs to wrap around his hips.
"What are you doing?!" I gasp, leaning my head back to give him better access to my neck even as I'm feeling totally scandalized. This is our kid's school!
"Showing you how fucking stupid what you just said is," he growls. "You are hotter than you've ever been, Delia. Your curves drive me insane, do you know that? And you can take it even rougher. It's so fucking sexy."
He yanks my pants and panties down and presses a thumb to my clit.
"I can't believe this is happening," I gasp.
"Believe it, princess. You're mine, and I'll prove it to you anytime."
"You're going to make me come so hard," I whimper, and he chuckles.
"Fuck, I love the way you think." He unbuckles his pants, and I'm not sure if the shiver that goes down my spine is from his words or his touch, and I honestly don't care. He rubs the thick head of his cock against my slick entrance, and I gasp.
"You want this, don't you, princess? You want my thick cock to fuck you hard right here in the closet at your kid’s school?"
"Yes," I whisper, the thrill of being caught making me hot and cold all over.
"Good, because that’s exactly what’s going to happen..right…now.” Dean thrusts inside me, and my eyes roll back into my head. "Fuck," he mutters. "You always feel so fucking good."
I'm too turned on to answer, and the only sounds filling the room are his low groans, my cries, and the slapping of skin on skin.